I rose from a much-needed nap, chilled after being too warm. Spotting sunbeams, I opened the back porch door and soaked in the shine, dazed by the brightness and still groggy.
It warmed me as it woke me: slowly.
I took in the view, familiar, and always fresh. Drenched in golden beams of afternoon, it all looked haloed. The grass, so green it glowed, was not just lawn to mow, but jewel-toned food for eyes. All the leaves and trunks of trees were edged in brilliance.
The night before a daughter asked a Daddy why we wear our Sunday best to church. I didn't catch the answer, but looked around me now, engulfed in golden warmth, and saw a Sunday best that's not just saved for Sunday, but daily on display to feed my soul with beauty.
And the gifts just keep coming, heedless of season (outside or in my heart), pouring into my lap like love ....
# 225 - that my Farmer bathes the crying one now
# 226 - his sacrificial love for me
# 227 - ethnic food, most 'specially (today) flan and Tanzanian chicken curry
# 228 - sun-warmed skin
# 229 - a needed nap
# 230 - a golden evening
# 231 - an extra minute with my Farmer over breakfast
# 232 - a new kitten - serendipitous!